So, Oliver’s daycare is closed today but both K and I needed to work. Luckily, through K’s job, Oliver is registered with a backup daycare service. That perk allows Oliver to be inserted into other programs and centers if needed. There wasn’t any space out there in tv-land so, instead, a nanny was sent to our apartment. So, right now, there is a nanny hanging out in my apartment with Oliver. She arrived on time, I gave her the tour, showed her where the diapers were, the formula, etc. Twinkie and Chula both were on their best behavior. The nanny helped Oliver feed and I was out the door.
I have to keep telling myself that this is going to be fine – but, my gut, it is a turning. There’s a lot of stuff going on – and this is just another one of those events that is making me nervous. I realize that this is the first time we’ve had a “babysitter” for Oliver since my parents watched him months ago. So I guess this is what all new parents feel the first time their kid is under the watchful eyes of someone else at home. It’s gonna be fine, it’s gonna be fine, it’s gonna be fine.
But I’m still a nervous wreck. Is this a normal dad response or am I just being weird?